i miss wycombe abbey
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so i'm finally done with that stuff i was doing for my dad, it certainly was interesting to read/edit/write about the similarities and differences between shakespearean and greek tragedies. don't ask.
and i have a job interview tomorrow. my dad's friend's wife wants to come in and see if i'm good enough to teach SAT to these hopeful korean high school kids. guess i could teach math (yeah i'm asian) but most of these kids will have been fully bred in korea and therefore will not need MY help in math. erm.. and with verbal, let's not even go there. so if i do get the job, which is highly unlikely, i'll prob have to study all this vocab so that i don't look stupid in front of these overachieving korean kids (which i will btw). think i'll just talk them into letting me take one of their conversation classes cuz i know i can do that for sure. just sit and talk. and get paid for it. excellent.
which reminded me of that stupid song that goes "i'm a bad babysitter, got my bf in the shower.. OOOH i'm earning six bucks and hour" etc etc "it's good to be getting paid while getting laid" - damn i miss clarence (clarence being my boarding house in my final year at school to be specific, but the word can be used to refer to the senior year) where a bunch of us went clubbing in fabric and saw princess superstar and the same night we got invited over to some sketchy hotel room by some DJ or something, i was well cool back in england (although it wasn't really me, they wanted my friend sekina, aka seks). aaah good times. i really miss clarence or wycombe abbey (no it was not a convent) in general when it comes to some good girly fun. more clarence/wycombe abbey memories to come when i'm bored. like spending 100 pounds in one transaction at tesco's (a grocery store) with sara, or trying to eat 100 pounds worth of sushi between 3 people (or was it 4) at "yo! sushi" (a sushi restaurant), running away from school to go shopping in london, telling mrs gilby (my housemistress) or mrs errington (was that her name?) or mrs cornish or MH (our matron) that we are going out for a mcflurry in town and then going to a pub all night, the same goes for telling them that we are going out for a dessert/coffee/hot chocolate at ASK (a restaurant), come back half an hour after our curfew stinking of booze and cigarettes and tell them that they were so slow in giving us our bills (or checks or whatever you wanna call them), standing between costa (a coffee shop) and the antelope (a pub) in broad daylight trying to decide which one to go to, smoking in costa and hiding the ashtray under the table just in case a teacher walked in, my visit to high wyc (the town where my school was) pubs with my drinking hat when laura, claire and emma (my bestfriends from school before wycombe abbey) came to visit and brought the hat for my birthday, ROB from litten tree (a pub) and sending him a valentine's day card only to realize that there were three robs that worked there and the card prob got delivered to a different rob before i sent somebody else for delivery (i never saw him again), watching fireworks from the rye (a park outside my school where all the kids smoked pot), cooking unbelievable amount of yummy yummy food with sara only becuase we didn't know how much to cook but it ended up being so good that we ate it all every single time and gained so much weight as a result of it, getting up to watch world cup at 7am and then going off to take an exam at 9am, getting up at 7 to watch football while lying down on the kitchen floor with may and sara while tamara (at least i think it was) cooked us pancakes, writing essays that were due sat morning (yes we had school sat mornings) while being drunk on a friday night, dorm feast (although was not really part of it) where we looked ridiculous in our pooh family outfits but still drank our cheap bubbly wine, our random socials with random boys (well sara met mike there and they are STILL together - legendary i must say), smoking out the toilet window in rubens with cash, smoking on the rye during exams, going to that really random club near emily geddes' house where they played pop music all night long (we thought it rocked!) but had this sketchy room full of teenagers doing drugs, seeing people on the train from and to london before and after leaves and we thought that the train was like hogwarts express cuz the train was full of people from our school, watching sex and the city with miss collier (my housemistress in my junior year), BIG BROTHER, getting trashed on everyone's birthdays, spilling tea during house order (house meeting/registration in the morning) and pissing off MH, wearing pajamas (i know i still do it) to chapel/classes or LESSONS as i used to call them and it took forever for me to stop using the damn word although serena (a rising second year at uva who went to school with me) still uses it :), loopy's britney obsession, sophie hudson's eminem obsession, the post lunch bitching session about miss mcclure (my music history and analysis type of stuff teacher) or just about anybody else that came to our minds at the time with the rest of my music class, my econ class of four in which i fell asleep every time and the teacher used to say, "i know that it's not because i'm boring, you girls must be so exhausted to keep up with the amount of work they give you here", ahem. rumours about sheps (the director of music) and various girls, watching 12 friends episodes in one go after my a-level mocks (practice exams), wearing a really low cut dress to an eton social and dancing on the bar and have mrs best (the senior housemistress - v strict and supposedly scary)tell me that it was neither attractive nor appropriate (how nice), being shoved on the rubens (the house in my junior year) lax team when i'd never picked up a lacrosse stick before and pretending to play hockey and getting the ball all the way down to the other side of the field without picking up the ball once (it was a joke okay?), and using my loud voice as a weapon during the same game, i.e. scarying off girls on the other team by making loud noises so that they drop the ball (think we got some major bollocking for that <- ooh there is a word that i haven't used in forever), playing hockey and jane pretending that it was quidditch with the hockey stick, oh and what were those days called.. our food supply days.. where we ate our week's supply biscuits (or cookies or whatever you wanna call them) in one go, finishing off a loaf of bread with some people just cuz we loved marmite so much, our tea time, abbey girls calling the slope to clarence a hill and getting evil glares by daws hill people, our dance lessons during PE cuz everybody refused to do anything else, telling the PE teacher that we are going for a run during the class time then obviously not going, ok these stories are not funny anymore so will stop.
ok i only meant to bring up a few examples. oh well. :) good times.
edit: ps leavers ball (or the budget ball) - prom type thing, where everybody got out of their dresses after like half an hour to get changed into normal clothes and go off to smoke pot outside, saying goodbye to sara after a quality afternoon at her flat watching south korea vs turkey game eating pizza and drinking beer and mike taking the piss out of me and ultimately making me cry about football, and then sara getting upset over the fact that we woudln't see each other until her wedding (prob true). my mad european backpacking trip with tamara and may, although we didn't carry backpacks nor did we stay in hostels. oh well. should dig up my backpacking stories at some point.
so i'm finally done with that stuff i was doing for my dad, it certainly was interesting to read/edit/write about the similarities and differences between shakespearean and greek tragedies. don't ask.
and i have a job interview tomorrow. my dad's friend's wife wants to come in and see if i'm good enough to teach SAT to these hopeful korean high school kids. guess i could teach math (yeah i'm asian) but most of these kids will have been fully bred in korea and therefore will not need MY help in math. erm.. and with verbal, let's not even go there. so if i do get the job, which is highly unlikely, i'll prob have to study all this vocab so that i don't look stupid in front of these overachieving korean kids (which i will btw). think i'll just talk them into letting me take one of their conversation classes cuz i know i can do that for sure. just sit and talk. and get paid for it. excellent.
which reminded me of that stupid song that goes "i'm a bad babysitter, got my bf in the shower.. OOOH i'm earning six bucks and hour" etc etc "it's good to be getting paid while getting laid" - damn i miss clarence (clarence being my boarding house in my final year at school to be specific, but the word can be used to refer to the senior year) where a bunch of us went clubbing in fabric and saw princess superstar and the same night we got invited over to some sketchy hotel room by some DJ or something, i was well cool back in england (although it wasn't really me, they wanted my friend sekina, aka seks). aaah good times. i really miss clarence or wycombe abbey (no it was not a convent) in general when it comes to some good girly fun. more clarence/wycombe abbey memories to come when i'm bored. like spending 100 pounds in one transaction at tesco's (a grocery store) with sara, or trying to eat 100 pounds worth of sushi between 3 people (or was it 4) at "yo! sushi" (a sushi restaurant), running away from school to go shopping in london, telling mrs gilby (my housemistress) or mrs errington (was that her name?) or mrs cornish or MH (our matron) that we are going out for a mcflurry in town and then going to a pub all night, the same goes for telling them that we are going out for a dessert/coffee/hot chocolate at ASK (a restaurant), come back half an hour after our curfew stinking of booze and cigarettes and tell them that they were so slow in giving us our bills (or checks or whatever you wanna call them), standing between costa (a coffee shop) and the antelope (a pub) in broad daylight trying to decide which one to go to, smoking in costa and hiding the ashtray under the table just in case a teacher walked in, my visit to high wyc (the town where my school was) pubs with my drinking hat when laura, claire and emma (my bestfriends from school before wycombe abbey) came to visit and brought the hat for my birthday, ROB from litten tree (a pub) and sending him a valentine's day card only to realize that there were three robs that worked there and the card prob got delivered to a different rob before i sent somebody else for delivery (i never saw him again), watching fireworks from the rye (a park outside my school where all the kids smoked pot), cooking unbelievable amount of yummy yummy food with sara only becuase we didn't know how much to cook but it ended up being so good that we ate it all every single time and gained so much weight as a result of it, getting up to watch world cup at 7am and then going off to take an exam at 9am, getting up at 7 to watch football while lying down on the kitchen floor with may and sara while tamara (at least i think it was) cooked us pancakes, writing essays that were due sat morning (yes we had school sat mornings) while being drunk on a friday night, dorm feast (although was not really part of it) where we looked ridiculous in our pooh family outfits but still drank our cheap bubbly wine, our random socials with random boys (well sara met mike there and they are STILL together - legendary i must say), smoking out the toilet window in rubens with cash, smoking on the rye during exams, going to that really random club near emily geddes' house where they played pop music all night long (we thought it rocked!) but had this sketchy room full of teenagers doing drugs, seeing people on the train from and to london before and after leaves and we thought that the train was like hogwarts express cuz the train was full of people from our school, watching sex and the city with miss collier (my housemistress in my junior year), BIG BROTHER, getting trashed on everyone's birthdays, spilling tea during house order (house meeting/registration in the morning) and pissing off MH, wearing pajamas (i know i still do it) to chapel/classes or LESSONS as i used to call them and it took forever for me to stop using the damn word although serena (a rising second year at uva who went to school with me) still uses it :), loopy's britney obsession, sophie hudson's eminem obsession, the post lunch bitching session about miss mcclure (my music history and analysis type of stuff teacher) or just about anybody else that came to our minds at the time with the rest of my music class, my econ class of four in which i fell asleep every time and the teacher used to say, "i know that it's not because i'm boring, you girls must be so exhausted to keep up with the amount of work they give you here", ahem. rumours about sheps (the director of music) and various girls, watching 12 friends episodes in one go after my a-level mocks (practice exams), wearing a really low cut dress to an eton social and dancing on the bar and have mrs best (the senior housemistress - v strict and supposedly scary)tell me that it was neither attractive nor appropriate (how nice), being shoved on the rubens (the house in my junior year) lax team when i'd never picked up a lacrosse stick before and pretending to play hockey and getting the ball all the way down to the other side of the field without picking up the ball once (it was a joke okay?), and using my loud voice as a weapon during the same game, i.e. scarying off girls on the other team by making loud noises so that they drop the ball (think we got some major bollocking for that <- ooh there is a word that i haven't used in forever), playing hockey and jane pretending that it was quidditch with the hockey stick, oh and what were those days called.. our food supply days.. where we ate our week's supply biscuits (or cookies or whatever you wanna call them) in one go, finishing off a loaf of bread with some people just cuz we loved marmite so much, our tea time, abbey girls calling the slope to clarence a hill and getting evil glares by daws hill people, our dance lessons during PE cuz everybody refused to do anything else, telling the PE teacher that we are going for a run during the class time then obviously not going, ok these stories are not funny anymore so will stop.
ok i only meant to bring up a few examples. oh well. :) good times.
edit: ps leavers ball (or the budget ball) - prom type thing, where everybody got out of their dresses after like half an hour to get changed into normal clothes and go off to smoke pot outside, saying goodbye to sara after a quality afternoon at her flat watching south korea vs turkey game eating pizza and drinking beer and mike taking the piss out of me and ultimately making me cry about football, and then sara getting upset over the fact that we woudln't see each other until her wedding (prob true). my mad european backpacking trip with tamara and may, although we didn't carry backpacks nor did we stay in hostels. oh well. should dig up my backpacking stories at some point.